An Ignited Passion

by Sandrine Gasq-Dion

  remember where. “Tucker found his mate

  - it’s Austin.”

  “No shit?” Preston looked over at where Austin was engaged in

  conversation with Tucker. “That’s hilarious! Austin’s straight, but looking at him now I don’t think he’s going to stay that way for long.”

  Wyatt felt the heat from Preston’s body and it seeped into his bones making him melt in Preston’s arms.

  “Oh, and I think Kurt is Wesley’s,” Wyatt nuzzled Preston’s neck. “I want to be alone with you.”

  Preston caressed Wyatt’s face and leaned in pressing their foreheads together. “I was going to make you dinner tonight but I think we can skip that part. We’ve eaten enough here today.”

  “I didn’t have dessert.” Wyatt looked in Preston’s eyes and licked his lips.

  “Jesus, Wyatt,” he whispered. “You have no idea how you make me feel.” “So, let’s say our goodnights and go to your place. You do have a place right?” “Yes, it’s down by the university. Let’s stay just a bit longer okay? I’m not going anywhere.” Preston leaned in and kissed Wyatt’s neck softly.

  Wyatt heard the loud whistles and catcalls and looked up to see all the firefighters fanning themselves. “Oh, shut up.”

  Chapter Six

  The party went into the evening hours and Preston watched Wyatt with his brothers Xander and Grayson. Taylor and Jagger had never looked so happy with their husbands and Preston finally knew how they felt. He had checked in on Wyatt over the years whenever he could. He had watched Wyatt go from a precocious seven year old to a man, and what a man he had become. Preston looked Wyatt over from head to toe. Wyatt’s jeans clung to him, outlining his beautifully shaped ass and Preston wanted to grab it, knead it in his hands.

  Jagger and Taylor were making their way over to him and he smiled when Tucker and Wesley fell in step with them. This was his pack. They had stayed together with Wayne as their alpha and Jagger as the beta. Preston moved over on the bench to give them room to sit down.

  “So, are you guys enjoying

  yourselves?” Preston sat back and put his hands behind his head locking his fingers together.

  Jagger looked over all the firemen. They didn’t hold a candle to his mate. “When are you going to tell Wyatt you’re his mate? You got what you wanted didn’t you? He’s obviously head over heels in love with you.”

  Preston sighed and smiled as Wyatt picked up one of the neighborhood kids and bounced the little boy on his knee. “I need to hear him say it and I don’t want to say it first. I don’t want him to say it because he feels he has to. God, I have waited so long to be with him and my fucking skin is on fire every time he touches me.”

  “Welcome to our world.” Taylor smiled at his husband, Grayson, standing across the way with his family. “It took a lot to make it work but in the end I don’t regret one damn thing. I love Grayson.”

  “I don’t care what it takes, I love him. I always have. I finally got him away from Sebastian and I fully intend to keep him from now on.” Preston watched Wyatt’s biceps as he picked the little boy up and played airplane with him.

  “Yeah, well he called Gray the other night and told him he had finally found his mate but when he asked him about you Gray said the way Wyatt talked about you it was like, ‘mate who?’” Taylor playfully punched Preston in the arm.

  “I’m going to be with him tonight and my whole body is screaming to take him and mark him. I have no idea how the hell I’m going to mask my scent or hide who I am from him if we get carried away. I’ve saved myself for him all this time. I can wait a little longer.” Preston looked over at his pack. They all looked at him with their heads tilted. “What?”

  “Yeah,” Jagger snorted. “Good luck with that.”

  ~~ Wyatt was so busy smiling at Preston he didn’t notice his brothers staring at him until he felt the side of his face burning from Grayson’s intense gaze. He turned to see Grayson’s sly smile, the knowing look in his eye that Wyatt had known all too well growing up.

  “I know, I know, yes I am in love with Preston.” “Duh,” Grayson pulled Wyatt into a hug and held him close. He had missed his little brother. “Whatever happens, Wyatt, always trust your heart. It will never steer you wrong.”

  Xander got in on the hug, along with Sawyer.

  “We love you.” Xander mussed his brother’s hair. Preston made the rounds saying goodnight to everyone. Wyatt’s father took him aside and Preston shook his hand and smiled at him. It had been hard on all of them to lie to Wyatt for so long about his mate. But it was what Preston had wanted since Wyatt had been so young.

  “I want to thank you,” Preston hugged John. “You raised one hell of a man, Mr. Quinton.”

  John smiled at Preston Dalton; he couldn’t have asked for a better mate for Wyatt. “I believe you will be calling me Dad one day. He loves you, be happy.”

  ~~ Preston had Wyatt in his Jeep bound for his apartment. His heart rate was through the roof as they pulled into the parking space in front of the apartment complex. Preston got out and went around the Jeep to help Wyatt out. He took his hand and they walked up the stairs to the second floor and Preston fumbled with his keys; he couldn’t ever remember being this nervous. The key slid into the lock and Preston opened the door. “This is my home away from home.”

  Wyatt walked in and saw all the Native American art on the walls, the room had a cozy feel to it. The couch was a dark chocolate brown and looked like suede. A large plasma TV was on the wall and Wyatt smiled at all of Preston’s movies on the shelf. The walls were painted tan with a stripe of blue to accent the colors of the furniture.

  “I love it, it’s so comfortable.” “Do you want a soda or something? I think I have some left.” Preston opened the fridge and pulled out a soda and water. He turned to see Wyatt looking at his artwork on the wall.

  “I picked those up over the years.” Preston handed Wyatt the soda and opened the cap of his water. “I took tours of some of the reservations in Washington and had to buy some of the art on sale. They just called to me.” Preston looked at the picture of a black wolf in the snow, a white wolf sat next to it and they were both looking towards the full moon in the sky. “This one’s my favorite.”

  Wyatt felt an ache in his heart. He turned to look at Preston and couldn’t stop himself from caressing Preston’s face. “I know I found my mate and I don’t know if you really understand what that means, Preston. I’m supposed to want him above anyone else and yet here I stand in your apartment wanting you more than I have ever wanted anything in my life. I… I’ve never had sex, never let Sebastian touch me in that way, but when I look at you I want that and so much more. We barely know each other, and I don’t want to scare you but I’m in love with you, Preston. I want you to make love to me. I want to feel your hands on me, kissing me, like I am the only thing that matters to you.”

  The confession had left him speechless. Preston knew his jaw was hanging open, everything he had ever wanted Wyatt to say had just spilled from his lips and Preston stood there like an idiot. Wyatt’s face dropped and turned pink. Preston put his thoughts together and took Wyatt’s hand. “I’m in love with you, too, Wyatt.”

  “You are?” Wyatt whispered. “Yes, I am and I want to make love to you. I want to kiss you because you are the only thing that has ever mattered to me.” And with that, Preston took Wyatt in his arms and kissed him. The kiss turned desperate in seconds, both of them trying to undress the other, grabbing at clothing, zippers coming down and shirts flying off until they both stood in their boxers, still kissing. Preston picked Wyatt up and walked them to his room. He eased Wyatt onto the bed and looked at his gorgeous form. Well-defined abdominal muscles and a happy trail leading from his navel snuck under the waistband of his boxers. Wyatt’s chest was heaving with

  excitement and Preston got on the bed and crawled up Wyatt’s body, touching hot skin along the way.

  “God, I want to taste every inch of you, Wyatt.” Presto
n leaned in and kissed Wyatt’s neck, running his tongue along the throbbing pulse and making his way to the sensitive collarbone, which he nibbled. He could hear Wyatt’s soft whimpers as his tongue explored. “Tell me what you want, Wyatt.”

  Wyatt felt his body pulsing, his muscles tightening then relaxing under Preston’s hands. He felt soft feather-light touches down his chest and soft caresses followed by a warm mouth and tongue. “I want,” Preston’s tongue ran over one of his nipples and Wyatt groaned. “Oh God, I want everything, I want it all.” Wyatt tunneled his fingers through Preston’s hair as the warm mouth licked and nibbled at each nipple, taking them in and sucking softly. Wyatt’s eyes changed and his fangs exploded out of his gums.

  “Oh shit,” Wyatt panted. Preston felt the muscles rippling under his hands and looked at Wyatt’s face. His eyes were squeezed shut and the tips of his fangs could be seen under his top lip. Preston made his way back up Wyatt’s chest licking and kissing a path back up to Wyatt’s lips. His tongue played with Wyatt’s fangs, sliding across and over them feeling the sharp tip on the end of his tongue. “That’s so fucking sexy,” Preston looked at Wyatt’s face. Sweat beads popped up on his brow. “Open your eyes Wyatt. I want to see you, all of you.”

  “I’m wolfing out,” Wyatt felt his fingers heating. “My fingers…oh God, Preston, I’m sorry.”

  Preston cupped Wyatt’s dick and heard a loud gasp, Wyatt’s eyes flew open and Preston saw Wyatt’s lupine eyes staring back at him.

  “My God, you are so beautiful.” Preston had never wanted to make love to Wyatt more than he did right now. Wyatt was losing control of his lupine side and it turned Preston on beyond belief. Preston squeezed Wyatt’s cock and heard a low growl emanating from him. “Oh fuck, yeah,” Preston bit Wyatt’s lip softly. “Do that again.”

  Wyatt lay there in shock. Preston loved that he was shifting? Most people would run away screaming. It had never happened with Sebastian, he had never lost control like he was right now. Wyatt felt the heat from Preston’s hand on his dick and moved his hips to encourage more touch, more squeeze, more

  everything.

  “Give me a reason to and I will,” Wyatt leered. Preston narrowed his eyes at Wyatt and smiled. “Why, you little shit.” Preston kept his eyes on Wyatt’s face as he hooked a finger under the waistband of Wyatt’s boxers and pulled them down. Wyatt arched his back and Preston took them off the rest of the way and looked into Wyatt’s eyes as his hand wrapped around Wyatt’s hard prick. His hand was on fire almost immediately and Wyatt’s muscles rippled on contact, he kept a slow stroke all while watching Wyatt’s eyes. Wyatt’s hips were moving into his hand keeping time with every stroke on his cock, his tongue moved inside Wyatt’s mouth, keeping the tongue strokes in time.

  Their breaths mingled and moans escaped from them both as Preston’s hand worked Wyatt into a frenzy, twisting at the base of Wyatt’s cock in an upward movement. When Preston felt Wyatt’s dick pulse in his hand, he knew what he was going to do. In a flash he moved to Wyatt’s pulsing prick and swallowed him whole. The loud growl reverberated throughout the whole apartment as Wyatt came in his mouth and Preston swallowed and kept swallowing as his mate’s release washed over his tongue. The flavors invaded his senses and in that brief second, part of his lupine side came free. He heard Wyatt’s loud gasp and looked up. “What?”

  Wyatt hadn’t realized his claws had extended and had punctured the mattress. He removed his hands from either side of the bed and watched as they became human fingers again. “What was that? I felt,” Wyatt furrowed his brows. “I felt something just then.”

  “A mind blowing orgasm?” Preston smiled and bit the inside of Wyatt’s thigh. He took a good long look at the prick that had been in his mouth and what a thing of beauty it was. Even partly soft it was more than average and thick. The perfect cut mushroom head glistened with Preston’s spit and lingering cum was seeping from the slit. Preston gave it a chaste kiss before returning to Wyatt’s mouth, allowing him to taste himself. Their tongues teased and tangled and Preston felt his cock leaking in his boxers; he was so fucking hard it hurt.

  “I have to be honest. I’ve never done any of this before so grade me on a curve okay?”

  Wyatt’s eyes widened. “You mean you’ve never…” “No,” Preston blushed and closed his eyes with a loud sigh. “I’ve been waiting for the man I love.”

  “But you just…and it was….I mean…wow,” Wyatt chuckled. “Hours and hours of porn,” Preston kissed Wyatt’s shoulder softly, loving the taste of him. “I want to make love to you and I want it to be good for you. So whatever feels good, tell me and whatever doesn’t, do the same okay?” Wyatt nodded and Preston reached over for the bottle of lube he kept hidden in his nightstand. He flipped the cap open and spread a

  generous amount on his fingers and around his cock from root to tip. Being a

  werewolf had its perks, you couldn’t catch anything therefore you couldn’t spread it either. Making love to Wyatt bare would take every ounce of control he had. Preston leaned over to kiss Wyatt as he slipped a finger over Wyatt’s opening, he didn’t breach the ring, just gave it a slow easy rub.

  “How’s that feel?”

  Wyatt closed his eyes as Preston’s tongue licked a path across his lips. “Feels good, more.” A slight pressure and Wyatt could almost hear the ‘pop’ as the tip of

  Preston’s finger breached the ring of muscles in his chute. A slight burn followed by a warm flush up his thighs had Wyatt begging for more. His breaths became more labored as Preston’s finger moved up his tunnel twisting around; another finger and Wyatt’s back arched off the bed. The kissing became more frenetic as Preston rubbed him into a slow, rolling boil and then the warmth was gone, replaced with a searing heat that had Wyatt crying out.

  “P-Preston…” “Tell me when to move and I will.” Preston’s arms shook as he held himself in place, not moving at all, his cock pressed into Wyatt up to the crown and not an inch more. He waited what seemed like hours but was really only seconds and then Wyatt was moving, pushing himself down on Preston’s aching prick, desperate for more. Preston moved inside Wyatt inch by agonizing inch until his thighs were flush with Wyatt’s ass. They stayed motionless for a few heartbeats before Preston drew back slowly, feeling every ridge and pulse inside Wyatt. Long, drawn out moans accompanied the in-stroke and Preston settled into a slow rhythm, keeping his mouth fused to Wyatt’s as he made love for the first time in his life.

  They were pressed together, anchored with sweat and arms wrapped around each other. Their bodies moved together, Wyatt meeting Preston’s at every stroke and Preston couldn’t get enough. Wyatt’s hard prick was rubbing against his stomach as he thrust in again and again and again. The room was spinning and Preston’s eyes were shifting, he reeled it back in and felt his orgasm building in his balls; Wyatt’s moans and whimpers were getting louder and Preston held out, waiting, waiting for his mate to release all over both of them - because God help him he wanted to come inside Wyatt and mark him.

  Preston’s name left Wyatt’s lips in by far the loudest growl yet and Preston’s lupine side was set loose. He reared back and let out a growl of his own, his dick shot hot spurts of ejaculate into Wyatt and before he could stop himself he collapsed on Wyatt and sunk his canines into Wyatt’s shoulder. He came again and again and again as Wyatt’s body shook and

  shuddered beneath him with his own release. Preston lay there for what seemed like forever waiting for Wyatt to call him out. It didn’t happen. Slowly Preston drew out of Wyatt and looked into his face; he had passed out. Dried blood was caked on Wyatt’s shoulder and Preston got up quietly and grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom. He cleaned Wyatt up and looked for any other evidence of what he had done, bruises were fading on Wyatt’s body until they were completely gone and all the while Wyatt remained still, breathing soft and even.

  Preston crawled back into bed and pulled Wyatt into his chest. He pulled the blankets up and caressed Wyatt’s angelic fa
ce. Did he fuck Wyatt into a coma? Preston was starting to worry that he had hurt Wyatt somehow, but he was breathing so that meant he was okay. Didn’t it? The panic started to rise in him until Wyatt mumbled his name with a soft sigh. He had finally taken Wyatt and made him his; Preston couldn’t stop the rush of pride even if he wanted to. Wyatt was his, marked and claimed. If Wyatt called him on it when he woke up then so be it, he was Wyatt’s mate and the call could not be denied. Even when Wyatt hadn’t known that he himself was his mate, Wyatt had fallen in love. Preston settled back on the bed and drew Wyatt close to him and kissed his forehead and lips softly.

  “I love you, Wyatt Quinton,” he whispered.

  ~~~ Wyatt woke up with a raging hard on and heat on his back. A warm hand was on his stomach in protective grip and Wyatt smiled. Preston. The night before had been everything he had ever wanted, the man he loved had made love to him and it had been worth the wait. Preston had been tender and caring, making sure that he was comfortable the whole time. Of course after his second, third and fourth mind-blowing orgasm he had passed out; his body couldn’t take the pleasure overload and shut down. Wyatt turned his head to see Preston’s beautiful face. The long blond eyelashes covered his gorgeous brown bedroom eyes. Wyatt’s man was a walking wet dream. He smiled at that, because that wet dream was all his. Wyatt rolled over carefully, trying not to wake Preston. He wanted to stare at him while he slept. Wyatt

  chuckled. He was stalking his sleeping boyfriend. Wyatt smiled at the thought: Preston was his boyfriend. Or so he hoped.

  “You’re staring at me,” Preston smiled keeping his eyes closed. “I know, I can’t help it, you’re so beautiful.” Wyatt traced Preston’s lips with his fingertip. “I’m sorry I kinda checked out last night. I think my body shut down so I wouldn’t shift and then you’d be making love to a wolf.”

  “Awesome,” Preston chuckled and drew Wyatt closer to him, the heat from their bodies creating a warm cocoon in the bed.